About The Book

Description

From USA Today bestselling author, Alexa Grace, comes the third book in her Profile Series: Profile of Retribution, a spine-tingling story of guilt, vengeance and regret. Don’t miss this fast-paced, edge-of-your-seat romantic thriller. Profile of Retribution will have your attention in its grips from page one until the end. Release date — June 9 on Amazon, B&N, Apple, Kobo and Smashwords.

The Dream

Bradley and Tisha Lucas had a mini-mansion in the country, a thriving architectural business, and two handsome, intelligent and athletic teenage sons. They were living the dream, until the day their world imploded and they were thrust into a parent’s worst nightmare.

The Nightmare

Before they had a chance to grieve the untimely deaths of their seventeen-year-old twin boys, they learned the horrific truth. Like a headline ripped from the tabloids, their sons had systematically abducted, tortured, and murdered seven innocent young women.

The Retribution

For their parents, the nightmare didn’t stop after Evan and Devan Lucas snuffed out the lives of seven victims for fun. It was just beginning. At a support group, the families of the women murdered by the Lucas twins gather to tell their stories, share their anger and grief, as they move toward a new normal.

For one member of the group, an obsession for payback drove his days and nights. He pledged to make Bradley and Tisha Lucas pay for the crimes of their sons. It was a pledge he was determined to keep. He’d make them suffer, just as their sons’ victims had. Those who spawn monsters shall be judged, shall be condemned. Retribution would be his.

Racing Against the Clock

It wasn't that Sgt. Cameron Chase didn’t have a suspect, he had too many of them.

There were seven families who might want to harm the Lucas couple. But which of them wanted the ultimate in retribution — to see them dead?

Don’t miss this fast-paced, edge-of-your-seat crime fiction thriller. Profile of Retribution will have your attention in its grips from page one until the end.

Excerpt

Pretending to have car trouble, he pulled his old truck off the road, flicked on his emergency lights, turned off the motor, and watched the house. And what a house it was. Looked like one of those million-dollar places he’d seen on HGTV. Two chimneys indicated it had a couple of fireplaces, probably one downstairs where they sipped their after-dinner drinks, and one upstairs in the master bedroom. He’d find out soon. He intended to give himself a personal tour of the Lucas house when the right time arose. He wanted a good look at how the other side lived, the side that bred evil.

Hearing a motor, he glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw a farm tractor approaching, so he hunched down in his seat and pulled his hat down to better cover his face. The tractor soon passed, and he returned to watching the house.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had his eye on the Lucas place and wouldn’t be the last. The Lucas couple lived there alone, but a young woman usually arrived at the house mid-morning and didn’t leave until after dinnertime. He’d have to remember that. She was an innocent. She needn’t be involved. The girl drove an old Toyota with enough rust covering the car’s body that it looked like mold. He got a good look at her face once. Looked like she was in her twenties, wearing too much gunk on her face, and hanging her cigarette out the window. He figured she must be the housekeeper or some other menial job she probably felt damn lucky to have. Couldn’t fault her on that. He’d was a working stiff too, doing one job or another to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads. Beggars can’t be choosers or some such shit.

The Lucas garage door opened and a red Mercedes sports car backed up. That would be Mr. Lucas driving his middle-age-crisis car, trying to look half-his age, big-ass-deal architect. On his way to work, no doubt. The guy owned that big construction business outside the Morel city limits. It was one of those three-story brick buildings with large, double-pane windows lining the front, and the name “Lucas” in large, silver letters above the front door. No windows in the back, which seemed odd to him. But who was he to know what was going on in the minds of evil? He knew where the building was where Lucas worked every day, and he knew how to get into it when no one was around. That was all that mattered.

Lowering his shoulders, he acted like he was reaching for something in his glove box when Lucas drove past. The man probably didn’t give him a second glance. He didn’t seem the type to give a shit if a guy was having car trouble or not. The only things men like him cared about was a big-ass house, flashy car, and a pretty wife he could show off to the country club set. A man like Bradley Lucas didn’t care about other people, and that’s undoubtedly a lesson he taught his psychopath sons.

He flipped his wrist to check his watch. It was time. The young housekeeper was late, but might arrive soon, and he had an important mission to carry out. Checking his rear-view mirror, he saw no vehicles on the road. Once he’d slipped on a pair of blue latex gloves, he turned off the emergency lights, twisted the key in the ignition and pushed the gear to drive. At their mailbox, he pulled a folded white note from his glove compartment and slipped it inside.

Soon, Mr. and Mrs. Bradley Lucas would know his intentions. That was only fair. He’d get what he wanted. Retribution or justice? In his eyes, they were the same.

6 comments:

Excited to read the rest of the book. Akexa has a way of drawing us into her characters, both good and bad ones. Her writing keeps me on the edge of my seat until the final sentance. Always look forward to new books.